The lovely scars on my wrists
The lovely bruises from my hits
The lovely tear stains on my face
The lovely time I’m gone, without a trace
The lovely time I’ve spent with friends
The lovely memories that will never end
The lovely knife that’s my best friend
The lovely scar trails that go on and never end
The lovely long sleeves that I wear everyday
The lovely words of criticism that they say
The lovely blood that’s all over my arms
The lovely knife with which I self harm
The lovely bloodstains all over my sweaters
The lovely birds that are as light as feathers
The lovely nights that I cut
The lovely crimson blood
The lovely nights that I cry
The lovely days I want to die
The lovely friends
The lovely ones who all pretend
The lovely poems that I write
The lovely letters that I write saying “please, end this life tonight.â€
